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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 7:00 pm
"You're dressed fancy this evening."
It wasn't the most keen of observations, but General Buddingtonite was in a rather forgiving mood, so he let it slide for now. He had to admit that it wasn't every day that someone walked into a bar or dive dressed in their Sunday's finest was strange, and his military motif might have fit in during Halloween or some kinky costumed event, but still, there was no need to draw everyone's attention to it.
Not that it bothered Buddingtonite in the least. Heads turned and those there merely grinned, smiled, or simply turned away, which was perfectly fine for the General.
Alas, only General.
Just the mere thought left a sour taste in his mouth and reminded him as to why he was here. He looked to the bartender that made the comment and flashed him the biggest 'go ******** yourself' smile that the general could muster. "I always like to look my best, even if it's to get shitfaced for the remainder of the evening. Bourbon, on the rocks, please."
He had no intentions of getting that bad, but he was certainly going to indulge a little. Today he'd be meeting up with a friend and colleague of his, and he wanted to treat him well, all things considered. It had been months since he awakened his friend at his own request, and now he was going to check on his progress. He could only hope that Rutile had good news to report...
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 7:42 pm
The dark, smokey room he'd come to love and know so well in this bar embraced him during a night of absolutely nothing. Rutile didn't even care if he stood out like a sore thumb here, they didn't bother him. He could come and drink his worries away. At least it wasn't drugs again... Laine wouldn't like that in the slightest bit. The tall lieutenant was fiddling with the gold band around his finger and looking lost in thought. Before him was a couple empty shot glasses that looked like they held an amber liquid. One more was full, freshly pour. though he stared at it, Rutile didn't seem to actually see it. He was lost in thought. A half familiar voice fell upon his ears and Rutile found his general there with a little noise. He took his leg off the other side of the table he'd secured in the back and motioned Buddingtonite forward by calling over the crowd 'Hey!'. Gone was his usual grin, his relaxed demeanor. No. He was worried and at wits end with his own patience. He had something to give the red-head and then he had a favor to ask him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 12:16 am
Had Buddingtonite been paying attention, he would have spotted his colleague and friend earlier, not that the tingling of his aura wasn't enough of an indicator for that, but it was all too easy for him to let such minor things slip his mind. The moment he heard someone shouting 'hey', he turned about so quickly that he threatened to give himself whiplash, and if he had, then the reward of seeing Rutile in full uniform made the injury completely worth it.
"You know, I almost forgot how damn sexy you look all dressed up like that," Buddingtonite said as he accepted his drink and made his approach. He took it nice and slow, though one could tell he was walking with a purpose, and that purpose was a simple chat with his friend. The closer he drew to Rutile, however, the less he liked what he saw... though not anything specifically on Rutile's persons. The emptied glass bottles in front of him, all lined up and obviously consumed by the lieutenant and not left behind by some filthy bar hoppers, was offensive to his eyes but he didn't comment on it just yet. He was still accepting how damned sexy Rutile was and embellishing the fact that he had a hand in it.
Literally.
"I should recruit people more often if I knew that each one of them would come out looking half as dashing as you," Buddingtonite said as he finally joined Rutile's side. From this distance, he could suspect that something was bothering him and the emptied glass bottles had little to do with it. Buddingtonite decided to ease into it, keeping his pleasant mask planted firmly on his face as he addressed his friend and subordinate. "How's it treating you, by the way? Is it everything you dreamed and hoped it would be?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 6:48 pm
When he saw the General turn on a dime, Rutile couldn't help but give him a helpless laugh and a grin. Leave it to Buddy to do everything dramatically. Everything the red-head did seemed to be dramatic and kind of sexy at the same time. He couldn't help it. They had a mutual attraction that made them gravitate toward one another more often than not. Still, he saw the look Buddingtonite gave him and saw his lips move, but couldn't make out the first part. Ah, well. The man was at the bar. It wasn't like Rutile had super sonic hearing or anything impressive like that. Ah, well. Maybe one day. For now he just pushed the words to the back of his mind and watched the General swagger over to him and then gave a wink at the compliment. Despite the smile on his face, Rutile's body language said he wasn't quite as happy as he was trying to act. He motioned the other to sit and then just took a breath. "It's... Somethin'," he said through a thick sigh, eyes closing for a moment. When they reopened, he looked at the table, at the shot glasses and then started piling them up into a pyramid. "I'm definitely able to do the thing I want to... If only she'd get better." With that, he quickly downed the shot that was before him and grimaced before adding that glass to the pile. "Got somethin' for you. Just sit."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:50 pm
The closer he got to Rutile, the more he was picking up on the little things, and he didn't particularly like all of those little things he saw. No, his outward appearance was, per usual, dashing and exotic and downright sexy, but it was marred by what Buddingtonite suspected to be a weighty conscious or concern. He took a seat, as requested, and he didn't like Rutile's response at all.
"Just remember, you're the one that asked for this, my friend. I didn't force it upon you and honestly I never would have, especially if I thought it would ever make you so miserable looking," Buddingtonite said, not at all hiding the disdain from his voice and letting Rutile continue to stack his shot glasses without interfering. At least Rutile had given him a pretty big hint as to what caused his gratuitous amount of drinking and thus his distress, and that only served to chase away any hint of pleasantness and a smile that the general had put out. "Hm... we wouldn't be talking about that she, would we? Please, clarify."
That last bit wasn't so much a request, but a polite order, but the general was kind enough to wait until his last shot was done before he'd press him. He suspected he was talking about Laine, and if she wasn't well...
Then that simply wouldn't do!
"Nice try, but I'm not letting the topic go that easy, lieutenant." Buddingtonite narrowed his eyes, but waited patiently for whatever Rutile had to give him. Then, if the gift was good, maybe he'd spare him his wrath, for daring to indicate that something wasn't all right with Laine. "Let me see it then, please spare me the suspense!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 10:15 am
Concern was on his face, tiredness, uncertainty... It made him look a bit older than he was. Honestly it wasn't hard to do given what he'd been through in his life. Still though, he looked up at the other and just laughed again, nodding. "I know. It's not all bad, you know." He rubbed at his chest like he could still feel the hand there. He couldn't, just the memory, but he found himself rubbing that spot every now and then. Rutile glanced at the bar and picked up a shot glass, calling for two this time. One for him, one for Buddy. It wasn't Buddy's liquor of choice, but it'd do the job. "Yeah that her. That girl. Fiance.." He sighed and dropped his head back a bit more. "Things happened 'round New Years, I guess, and she's just so down. Angry. Depressed. I don't know what to do. Tryin' my hardest, and we just.." Snap wasn't right. She snapped and he kind of caved in, but at the same time he was getting irritated and that wasn't right. He didn't know what happened. He'd left because it was too much too soon. Guilt swept over his face and his expression have crumbled again. Then he just pulled a small pearl of something recognizable to Buddingtonite out of his pocket and held it out after picking his head back up. The room was starting to spin as he did that and it caused him to sigh. "Got this for you."
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 8:56 pm
No, no, there was definitely something going on with his lieutenant friend and Buddingtonite did not like it one bit. He looked worse than tired or exhausted. He looked...
Haunted.
Yes, that was definitely the word he was looking for. Haunted. Like there was something he did, or didn't do, that weighed on him, and Buddingtonite couldn't help but feel some concern gnawing deep in his gut. Not remorse for luring his friend into the Negaverse- absolutely NOT! Never! He came to HIM, he reminded himself, so what was there to feel guilty about?
Could have turned him down. Could have chased him away.
But that would only force his friend to seek someone else, and that someone else might have been Mica or Painite and would have killed him for daring to approach. He shuddered at the thought and returned to reality as Rutile was talking about their mutual friend. His concern jumped from him to her in a heartbeat and he couldn't stop himself from asking. "What did you do, Rutile? What happened to our dear Azurite?"
He knew he should have worded his question better, but damn, he was just too mad! If Rutile had hurt her...
He looked at the energy orb and felt suspicion eating away at him, and he poked it but otherwise did not take it. He spoke in a tone that he knew wasn't like himself, but he was willing to chock it up to his concern for Azurite clouding his good sense of manners right now. "What's this about? This... better not have come from Azurite..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 5:28 pm
"....No, no," he insisted, shaking his head. "That's... my first draining." He was talking low. No one needed to know what was being said. "Just a drunken civilian, but..." He took a since of pride in it before sighing a little. "Azurite, since whatever happened at New Years.. She's depressed. Snapping at me. Won't smile. No nonsense, which.. It's Azurite. She usually loves to smile, right?" So Rutile scrubbed a rough hand over his face, feeling his engagement ring catch on his piercings a bit and then leaned back in his seat as best as he could. "I mean, I'm trying to let her do her thing, to ...get through this and at the same time trying to help, but I don't know... Nothing's working." Rutile's brows knit together hard and he just crossed his arms over his chest. Haunted was a good word for it, confused, hurt. The man was very clearly upset about this. "I don't know what to do."
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